New beginning: Billionaire love story (Claire and Alex) novel Chapter 339

The next morning, Alexander Harris was on a mission. He didn’t want to risk giving Claire Peterson a heads-up, thinking she might avoid him if she knew he was coming. So, he headed straight to her office, walking with purpose like a man on a secret quest. When he arrived, Sandra, Claire’s friendly but sharp-eyed secretary, gave him a polite smile.

“Good morning, Mr. Harris. Are you here to see Ms. Peterson?”

Alexander nodded, and Sandra clicked a few keys on her computer. “Ms. Peterson hasn’t arrived yet. She’s usually having breakfast around this time.”

Alexander glanced at his wristwatch. It was 9 a.m. sharp. “She’s not here yet?”

Sandra smiled, almost knowingly. “Oh, Ms. Peterson likes to start her mornings with a nice long breakfast.”

Of course, she does, Alexander thought.

“I’ll wait,” he said with a nod, trying to keep his cool.

Sandra gestured toward Claire’s office door, giving him permission to head inside. Alexander walked in, taking a seat on the leather couch in the corner. Claire’s office was pristine, just like the woman herself—everything in its place, not a single paper out of line. It was the kind of room that almost dared you to make a mess.

But snooping around wasn’t his style—well, not when it came to Claire. So, after a few minutes of awkwardly looking around the room, he pulled out his phone and started playing a game to kill time. Thirty minutes passed. Claire still hadn’t shown up, and Alexander was getting restless, bouncing between frustration and wondering if this entire visit was a bad idea.

Finally, the door swung open with a soft click, and in walked Claire Peterson, looking surprised to see him lounging on her couch like he owned the place. She paused mid-step, her perfectly manicured hand still on the door handle.

“Alexander?” she asked, frowning. “What are you doing here?”

She wasn’t pleased, but Alexander had expected that. He stood up, slipped his phone back into his pocket, and smoothed down his suit. “I need to talk to you.”

Claire raised a perfectly arched brow, her curiosity piqued. “Oh? And you couldn’t have just called?”

“Let’s just say it’s not a conversation over the phone.”

Claire crossed her arms, tapping her foot as if she had somewhere better to be. “Well, you’ve got my attention. What is it?”

Without wasting any time, Alexander reached for his phone, scrolling through his recent recordings. He found the one from last night and hit play. A voice—feminine, smooth, and eerily familiar—came through the speaker.

Claire’s frown deepened. She cocked her head, listening carefully. “Who is that?” she asked, her tone sharp, but there was a hint of unease creeping in.

Alexander paused the recording and looked at her, waiting for the moment to hit. “That,” he said slowly, “is Claudia Wright.”

For a second, Claire’s expression was unreadable, like she was trying to put the pieces together. Then, her eyes narrowed. “Claudia? As in the Claudia Wright?”

“The one and only.”

Claire scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Oh, this has to be some kind of joke. Why are you playing me a recording of her?”

Alexander sighed, putting the phone down but keeping it in his hand. “I know you wanted the whole Claudia situation to be over with, and trust me, so do I. You wanted her to clarify what happened during that disastrous press release—”

“Disastrous is an understatement,” Claire muttered, folding her arms.